Drabble: Star Trek TOS
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Title: Dress Code
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: McCoy, Barrows
Words: 100
Yeoman Barrows peeped over his shoulder and smiled at their reflection in the full length mirror.
"There's something about a man in a dress uniform that makes a girl go all weak in the knees," she murmured into his ear.
McCoy snorted as he struggled to adjust a recalcitrant insignia. No matter what he did, it still looked crooked. "The only thing special about this uniform is that it's uncomfortable as blazes." The starched collar made him itch.
"Maybe." She gently brushed his hands aside and deftly straightened the medal of valor. "But I like it. It matches your eyes."
Title: Don't Fear the Reaper
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: McCoy
Words: 100
Markum stared at the ceiling, his fingers tightly laced across his abdomen. If not for the thrum of the bioscanner, he could almost believe he was lying in his own bunk.
"How are you feeling, Ensign?"
"Not so good." Markum turned to look at McCoy. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"Yes," he replied honestly. "But I think we caught it in time. With the right regimen of medication, we have an excellent chance of beating this."
"If not?"
"We try something else." McCoy laid a reassuring hand on the young crewman's shoulder. "I don't give up easily, Ensign. Neither should you."
Title: Dress Code
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: McCoy, Barrows
Words: 100
Yeoman Barrows peeped over his shoulder and smiled at their reflection in the full length mirror.
"There's something about a man in a dress uniform that makes a girl go all weak in the knees," she murmured into his ear.
McCoy snorted as he struggled to adjust a recalcitrant insignia. No matter what he did, it still looked crooked. "The only thing special about this uniform is that it's uncomfortable as blazes." The starched collar made him itch.
"Maybe." She gently brushed his hands aside and deftly straightened the medal of valor. "But I like it. It matches your eyes."
Title: Don't Fear the Reaper
Fandom: Star Trek: TOS
Characters: McCoy
Words: 100
Markum stared at the ceiling, his fingers tightly laced across his abdomen. If not for the thrum of the bioscanner, he could almost believe he was lying in his own bunk.
"How are you feeling, Ensign?"
"Not so good." Markum turned to look at McCoy. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"Yes," he replied honestly. "But I think we caught it in time. With the right regimen of medication, we have an excellent chance of beating this."
"If not?"
"We try something else." McCoy laid a reassuring hand on the young crewman's shoulder. "I don't give up easily, Ensign. Neither should you."